“And at the hour of our death!”
Chapter 2
Mikhail
She comes in waves, drenching me. My cock’s still in her. I fuck her even as she begs me to stop.
“Mikhail, it’s too much, it’s too much. I can’t take it.”
My fingers grip her jaw, and my eyes bore into hers. “You’ll take whatever I give you, slut, and you’ll say thank you.
She’s so fucking beautiful. My little mouse. My Bree. I could worship this woman for the rest of my life, and it still wouldn’t be enough. I could never give her everything she’s given me. My better half, my heart, my soul mate.
Her arms are limp to her sides, her body in such a state that she can’t move. All she can do is lie here at my mercy. I like her this way. She told me about a horror book she read as we fucked months back. The killer had the girl strapped to an altar, cutting her with a knife as he fucked her. She told me it was on Christmas Eve. How the killer wore a Santa hat and fucked her until she went limp. So I made it happen for her. Even churches on Christmas have a price tag.
“You think I should show you mercy, Bree? You think you’ve earned it?”
“Yes,” she pants as another orgasm racks her body, and she squirts all over my cock.
I want to keep pounding her until she can’t walk straight, but if I keep going, I’ll come. I pull out of her and gaze at her naked flesh, adorned with blood and bruises. She looks more ravishing than the Sistine Madonna.
My hands work at the black rope holding her legs apart, untying the knots. She moans as I massage her ankles. “You did well, Mouse.”
“You didn’t come.”
I smile at her observation. “I’m aware.”
“Did I do something wrong?”
I’m not sure why she jumped to that conclusion. Bree does nothing wrong. I hate that she thinks she has. I flip her over and spank her ass. I spank her until her skin is a deep red. This isn't a reward but a punishment.
“Ass up.”
She gets on her knees, presenting her ass to me. I can see her wet slit glistening under the lowlights of the church.
My hand goes to the knife, and I carefully trace her pussy lips with the tip of the blade. “Do I need to punish you, Mouse?”
“For what?” she asks, her voice shaking.
“For thinking there’s anything wrong with you.”
“No,” she whispers, but her ass backs up against the blade.
My fucking mouse is fucking certifiable. She’s lucky she ended up with me because a lot of men could take her kink and mess her up.
“Don’t move. You better be in this same position when I come back.”
I discard the knife at the altar and walk toward the doors. My hand reaches for an icicle hanging from the church's roof, and I break it off. Six-six height comes in handy.
Bree’s still in the position I left her in.
“Good girl,” I say as I glide the icicle along her red ass. “You want to come again, Bree?”
“Yes,” she pants.
I rub her ass before dipping my finger into her pussy for lubrication. “Such a greedy slut, aren’t you?”
Pulling her ass apart, I spit on her pretty asshole before inserting my finger, pushing slowly. “I’m going to fuck this tight little ass. How does it feel knowing your god is going to defile every single one of your holes?”